The Sylph Hunter
“For a moment, she just stared up at the cracks in the roof of her hovel in confusion, not understanding what she was seeing. She hadn’t seen the sun shining down on her and her blankets in almost five years. Every morning, she’d already been at work by the time the sun rose.
Suddenly, Zalia realized where she was and rolled out of her blankets, scrambling to her feet in a panic. Unaware of how his own morning would fare, her father was still sleeping in his bed, snoring, and he didn’t wake as Zalia bolted out of the hut, running toward the city. She passed Devon’s hut with only a miserable glance. She’d stayed awake until long into the night, thinking about him. Even the realization that she might lose her job because of it couldn’t cool her warm thoughts toward the man and she hoped that he’d have a better day than she looked to as she ran to the restaurant. She didn’t stop to bathe first. She would only be later and there would be too many people around the stables to risk it now.
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